Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

“Hey, who are you?”

It was an old PHS with a very dark screen. She could barely read the caller’s ID nor the text and only managed to answer the phone.

However, only one person in the world could make this call. The 13-year-old girl nervously and uneasily held her phone and asked weakly, “Who … are you?”

There was a long silence before a boy spoke on the other side. He was the same age as her, or maybe one or two years younger because his voice sounded unchanged.

“I saw what you have sent.”

“What?” The girl opened her eyes wide in surprise. She stayed in a crowded noisy Internet cafe and clumsily wrote her suicide note letter by letter on a computer.

She intended to write a letter at the beginning, but she didn’t know who to send it to. After leaving the store, she came in unconsciously. The Internet cafe didn’t require her ID card. Money could be her passport. And she had money, stolen from … the corpse.

“You left a number,” The boy said.

It was very strange. It was clearly a child’s voice, but it sounded sober. It was like an adult who cares nothing. The voice from the phone inexplicably comforted the girl for a moment.

The girl raised her head and looked at the computer. She randomly found a format of profile and wrote her life story in it. And she left her cell phone number in the end. But what she wrote was a suicide note. Though she realized that it was wrong, she could not manage to change the format. Finally, she sent the suicide note out anonymously.

At that time, Internet forums just went viral. Many people liked to surf them and tell half-true stories. No one would take the stories seriously. Her “suicide note” was just like a drop of water flowing into the sea.

Nobody was would call.

However, someone called.

“Kaiya,” that voice shouted.

Kaiya was stunned for a moment before realizing that the boy was talking to her, “Yes.”

“You’re very brave, so don’t be afraid in the future. Keep going, okay?” The child, who was obviously her age, said to her in a very mature voice, “Death is very painful. Just think about your friends and families.”

“But, I killed someone….” Her throat was tight as she said. Her hands and feet trembled, and her tears fell down from her cheeks, “Elsie is also … dead… I’m scared….”

“You did the right thing, so don’t be afraid. The law on protection for minors will protect you, and those people are guilty.” The boy sounded emotionless, but he did comfort the nervous girl.

“You believe me?” Kaiya asked in tears.

The suicide note was written like an introduction, in which she wrote all the mistakes that she had made. She had killed someone and was running away. She was afraid of dragging down her friends, so she decided to eat her fill before her suicide tonight. She would die in a lake, where many people committed suicide, it was said. So the lake was called the Ghost Lake.

She typed word by word as she was ready for death, and wanted to explain her stories to her parents, who she had never met, and to her old grandmother. She hoped that when they saw her corpse, they would remember her, as well as her sister, who had suffered a lot.

The boy spoke on the other end of the phone, “Yes.”

believed everything she

wiped away her tears and suddenly felt satisfied as someone had read her

had already treated him as a friend and whispered,

before saying, “It’s been a long

she was shocked by his words, “Don’t you

“I do have.”

you by your name?” She was quite curious about

haven’t seen each other for a

“Why?”

too many questions. The boy didn’t answer, “Will

Kaiya nodded vigorously, “Yes.”

“That’s good.”

was going to hang up the

help but ask, “Are

“Yes.”

number?” Kaiya wiped the screen. But she still couldn’t read the number on the phone. “Can I call

“No.”

cold. So he explained, “This is a computer program I made, no one

how can I meet you?” Kaiya

“Hum….”

silent for a

up, you’ll meet

looked at the person on the other side of the bed and

person on the other side did not

one preferred to be wrapped so tightly when sleeping, but he did and he even wore

his sleeve, Christy remembered the stories about Mr. Trevor. He suddenly had Autism when he was very young. And he had

same voice as the boy who

Was that him?

her whether she would live a

would he know her

screen suddenly lightened the entire curtain. And she could see the face under the hood before the

to realize this and paused for

to him. She reminded him kindly as she found his stiff back, “I can’t see your

only paused for a moment as he typed before choosing and copying the location and

to turn off the computer, he noticed that Christy had fallen asleep

screen. She was dressed in his

as if

stretched out his finger to